Dear Manzoor,
I have heard of a new public school in Dharampura where expenses and minimum and education, the best possible. Then the school is a family and the family is a school. It is genuine education, preparation for life, without examinations and without looking for a government job mentality. I have written for a copy of prospectus and shall let you know about it.
Yours sincerely,
Saqib.
As we have always lived like twins, can’t we marry together? Must we cease to be twins after marriage?
Yours,
Bhatti.
Dear Sarfraz,
You are mighty! magnificent! marvellous! mysterious! Any date that suits you shall suit me also.
Yours,
Sarfraz.
Dear Mrs. Inayatullah Chaudhary,
I regret I was unable to attend the At-Home function on March 15, as I was at Gujranwala and received you invitation Card only yesterday on return. Thanks for your kind remembrance.
Yours sincerely,
Begum Vali.
Dear Kamal,
If I can come, I will not ask another person to sip the joys of being near you. I can always come while I live. Thank God, I live! Coming by the first available train or plane.
Yours sincerely,
Reshman.
Dear Latif,
I was greatly surprised to/ hear surprised to hear yesterday that you had been in hospital for the last seven days and no news leaked out to me from any source whatsoever. At first I was given to understand that you had a minor throat operation for tonsils, but later I was told that you simply wanted a medical check-up. I don’t know much about hospitals, but if anyone can find them amusing, I am sure you are just that one. You have always seen the funny side of a situation, and this hospitalization is really funny because you went there willingly. Do you think it will be just wasting my time if I pay a visit?
Yours sincerely,
Khalid.
Dear Khalid,
You are right. Life here is very funny and I just came here to escape the tortuous domestic duties. If your children bore you, illness is a safety device. They feel they have been bored—- a tilt for tat. Do come along for a nice chat. What use is your time? Better burn your boats burdened with brass! If you have any doubts, read Stevenson’s An Apology for idlers:
I offer no apologies for being here. And you can visit me without apologies.
Yours sincerely,
Latif.
72, Roshan Ara Road,
Karachi-29.
January 19,1994.
Dear Zafar,
Much water has flowed under the bridges of the Jhelum and the Sind since I last heard from you. A snow wave is here, snow must be there in Murree also. Why not spend a month with us here in the plains? Write, when are you coming?
Yours sincerely,
Mohammad Mian.
Dear Mohammad Mian,
Thanks for your mind remembrance. While it is snowing outside I am here as snug as a rose in my blanket beside a golden fire. I wish you were here to write some poetry on Sawat in winter. Want to come! Can’t come! Life has its demands even under the blanket of snow! Hope you are all O.K.
Yours lovingly,
Zafar.
9_ Jinnah Road,
Murree.
February 7,1994.
Dear Shad,
I regret very much by inability to meet you due to my illness. However, my blessings are always with you.
Yours sincerely,
Nadeem.
